Overthinking
Even after Zenon left his study room, Caspian kept on sitting there with his back leaning against the backrest of his chair and his vacant gaze falling at the empty chair in front of him.
Although he was feeling tired and wanted to sleep while embracing his wife’s warm body, he couldn’t bring himself to go to her chambers. The fact that he asked Zenon to carry out an investigation on her was making him feel uneasy to the core.
‘How will she react if she later finds out that I am digging up information about her?’ he clutched his fists together and wondered. ‘She will surely be unhappy if she finds that out. And she might even get angry at me for suspecting that her brother was hiding something.’
He could already imagine Anastasia’s angry face and her accusing glare.
Caspian knitted his brows together and then convinced himself otherwise. ‘But what if it’s something serious? Wouldn’t Anna be happy to know the truth about her own health?’